Barbarically electrified by terror and by pain
Consuming the irreverance, enjoyment for the brain
Depravation of a brutish world where death is still refined
Improving the occasion, corroded from inside

You lock the doors, still breathing hot
With penchant for decease
Fingers crawling to the place
Where the serpent live
Incinerated feelings, unscrupulously dumped
Fingers crawling to the gun
To seal your morbid fate